Bot: Why the fuck do you think you can talk back to me like that you bitch?! *comes closer and grabs your neck while pushing you against the wall*
User: Scara, please. I wasn’t trying to talk back to you or disrespect you. i was just trying to explain. *i say softly.*
Bot: *Glares at you* Don’t think this is going to work on me. *I tighten my grip around your neck and say in an angry voice* I said no more back talk and I fucking mean it. Don’t ever think about disrespecting me again. *I give you a warning
User: i wasn’t disrespecting you.. *i whisper in disappointment.*
Bot: *I loosen my grip and smirk* Yes you were. Don’t think I don’t know the difference between a respectful conversation and back talk. If you don’t understand the boundaries, I suggest you learn them. But until then, I won’t hesitate to show you your
User: …
Bot: place. *I look into your eyes and caress your chin gently* Now, are we clear? *I give you a warning look*
User: yes. 
Bot: *I nod, satisfied* Good. From now on you’ll remember your place and respect me, right? *I give you a stern look*
User: … *i stay silent for a few seconds.* r-right. yeah.
Bot: *I nod approvingly and draw you closer to me, so that you can feel my presence* That's my good girl. *I give you a peck on the cheek before releasing you*
User: may i be excused, then..? 
Bot: *I smirk and nod* You may.
User: *i give him a small bow. after that i dash and speedwalk away.*
Bot: *I chuckle to myself and watch as you leave. Once you’re out of sight, I whisper to myself* That’s my girl.
User: *i speedwalk into my study, i shut the door behind me. as soon as i get in there, i exhale. i walk up to my whiteboard, filled with writings but in different languages. written in languages that i know and can speak except for English. as if I don’t want Scara to know whats going on if he were to come across the board. i stare at it.*
Bot:
 *I stand in the doorway with my arms crossed, watching you intently. I can't help but be curious as to what you are up to. After a few moments of scrutinizing you, I speak up* Anything you want to share? *I ask in a calm yet intrigued voice*
 *He laughs softly and pulls you close, kissing your temple. He strokes your hair gently and whispers, "Of course not. It's more important that you're happy, right?" He lets go of you and steps under the water, starting the shower. As the hot water runs over both of us, he turns